Kitten
My rehearsal dinner was at Ernests. The food was AH-mazing, the service was perfect, and, most importantly, the slide show and toasts brought tears to my eyes. It was perfect.
and then.
My 5 yo new nephew-in-law came running up to me and said "ms susan ms susan! I have a present for you!" and pulls me outside. Where he shows me a kitten. He picks this little black and white thing up *picture kitten nearly being sqeezed to death by the overly-excited 5 year old. like, eyes bugging out squeezed* and says "ms susan! she's for you and her name is Speedy because she was running so fast to get away from the cars that were trying to kill her"
I shit you not.
So the night before my wedding, I get into Jessica's car with a kitten in my hand. and SHE says "what the fuck are you doing with THAT??"
Me and Jessica spend the rest of the night hunting down an appropriate card board box home for the kitten and a suitable spot in the backyard for it.
The next day (WEDDING DAY) I wake up, load the kitten in the car, and drive around shreveport looking for the first available, open vets office I see.
Several hours later, in between the manicure and the hair, I go pick up the kitten from the vet. 150 bucks poorer and the proud mommy of YET ANOTHER cat.
here she is:
KITTEN
and then.
My 5 yo new nephew-in-law came running up to me and said "ms susan ms susan! I have a present for you!" and pulls me outside. Where he shows me a kitten. He picks this little black and white thing up *picture kitten nearly being sqeezed to death by the overly-excited 5 year old. like, eyes bugging out squeezed* and says "ms susan! she's for you and her name is Speedy because she was running so fast to get away from the cars that were trying to kill her"
I shit you not.
So the night before my wedding, I get into Jessica's car with a kitten in my hand. and SHE says "what the fuck are you doing with THAT??"
Me and Jessica spend the rest of the night hunting down an appropriate card board box home for the kitten and a suitable spot in the backyard for it.
The next day (WEDDING DAY) I wake up, load the kitten in the car, and drive around shreveport looking for the first available, open vets office I see.
Several hours later, in between the manicure and the hair, I go pick up the kitten from the vet. 150 bucks poorer and the proud mommy of YET ANOTHER cat.
here she is:
KITTEN
